I had had a mild bondage fantasy for a while but never had a partner interested. I was at a gay campground three years ago that has a playroom in a barn. It was empty, I thought, except for a really creative threesome that I was part of. As it broke up and the other guys left, I discovered a short but well built, 40ish clothed guy lurking in the shadow. He had been watching us, fully dressed with his dick out. I am nude, my clothes are in a bunch somewhere. We got to talking he said he wasn't interested in any kind of genital sex but he kept pointing at the bench with the stock at one end and said he had sort of a fetish for putting a guy in light bondage. This was my chance, the guy seemed safe.

So I got on all fours on the bench, bareassed. He lifted the top half of the stocks and placed my head and hands through the holes and secured it. Then he began teasing my skin all over with a light touch, gentle tickle, light slaps. Torso, butt, legs, feet, every inch below my neck except crotch. It was a brand new sensation and I got wildly excited. After a while I was shuddering and wriggling so much I told him he had to stop; I was afraid I was going to break my neck banging against the stocks (OK, crazy thought but true). He pulled away, he wasn't into torturing me. So he moved about 6 feet in front of the bench, and stood facing me with his legs spread a little. He pulled his boner out of his pants again and slowly jerked himself off while he stared at my trapped head and hands. I stared back as he gave a big sigh and shot all over the floor. He zipped up, came over and helped me out of the stocks, feeling me up some more. I finished myself off too, had a huge orgasm. It was an amazing scene, etched in memory.

We had breakfast at the restaurant the next morning. MFA, interesting conversation, good food, my brain still flooded wih endorphins, whew.

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